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Pain! Oh Pain! What bitter pain, Or rather what sweet pain. Needed, I hear it is Never meant to cease Grooming me to be Whatever future I see Utilising my fears Despising my tears Is there no end? But a little twist and a bend Remind me of my foe That seeks my goal I have to endure For wisdom and time have agreed "Without Pain, comes no Gain."

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC

Pain!

Pain! Oh Pain! What bitter pain, Or rather what sweet pain. Needed, I hear it is Never meant to cease Grooming me to be Whatever future I see Utilising my fears Despising my tears Is there no end? But a little twist and a bend Remind me of my foe That seeks my goal I have to endure For wisdom and time have agreed "Without Pain, comes no Gain."

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I wish I could sleep forever Away from all I see now The burden is too much to bear But why do I wake up? Another cloudy day Reveals how dark my pain is I close my eyes and hope it's the end But I still wake up. I see it all o'er me The gloomy tales within Why can't my eyes stay closed forever Why do I wake up? I see one who can save me Who can renew my heart of shame And give me a beautiful hope Perhaps, it's for this reason I wake up.

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC

Why do I wake up?

I wish I could sleep forever Away from all I see now The burden is too much to bear But why do I wake up? Another cloudy day Reveals how dark my pain is I close my eyes and hope it's the end But I still wake up. I see it all o'er me The gloomy tales within Why can't my eyes stay closed forever Why do I wake up? I see one who can save me Who can renew my heart of shame And give me a beautiful hope Perhaps, it's for this reason I wake up.

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Its dark My fears are back Will they o'er take me? Or will I survive? Is that a monster? Or are my eyes heavy? Though I cannot see My mares appear to me But I have hope That the light would soon come At the break of dawn And then I'll be free But for now Its still dark

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC

It's Dark

Its dark My fears are back Will they o'er take me? Or will I survive? Is that a monster? Or are my eyes heavy? Though I cannot see My mares appear to me But I have hope That the light would soon come At the break of dawn And then I'll be free But for now Its still dark

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My pen is my hands My paper is properly set I should just make the words rhyme But I'm not convinced I'm not confused though About what to write The things I feel now Can't be put down right Some may not understand it Others may criticize it But I will write my words down Because I want to tell my thoughts I want to write a poem

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC

I want to write a poem

My pen is my hands My paper is properly set I should just make the words rhyme But I'm not convinced I'm not confused though About what to write The things I feel now Can't be put down right Some may not understand it Others may criticize it But I will write my words down Because I want to tell my thoughts I want to write a poem

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The sun dancing outward My pain and worries gone With darkness behind me My life will be bright I failed the last time I think I didn't try enough But the beautiful rays Say I can try again

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

Dias!

The sun dancing outward My pain and worries gone With darkness behind me My life will be bright I failed the last time I think I didn't try enough But the beautiful rays Say I can try again

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I gaze at the moon Wondering if it could be better What a wonderful place it could have been If not for the beginning We love, we learn, we live Often with hard experiences With pangs of regret It would have been better If we could just alter The beginning. But if wishes were horses Men would fly Moving forward is all we can try A better end than the beginning

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC

The Beginning

I gaze at the moon Wondering if it could be better What a wonderful place it could have been If not for the beginning We love, we learn, we live Often with hard experiences With pangs of regret It would have been better If we could just alter The beginning. But if wishes were horses Men would fly Moving forward is all we can try A better end than the beginning

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